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And therein lies the magic.
Tens of thousands of people out there, listening,
Each envisioning their own motion picture of the mind.
And that is what we give our audience... we give them dreams.
We give them towers and landscapes, secrets and revelations.
We give them a warm hearth in the dark, or a cold shiver up their spine.
And we do it all here, live, on the sparest of threadbare budgets
With a troupe of actors who, underpaid and under-rehearsed and overwhelmed,
Have yet to learn that this
Simply
Cannot
Be done.
Victor Comstock, Remember WENN
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Date: 2009-11-02 10:58 pm (UTC)Okay, you've gone belly up in Shit's Creek. You need a paddle real bad. What do you reach for? ART! That's what I'm talking about. The very apex of your art! I want to hear your sinews crack and strain. I want your souls... to enter those microphones and emerge, like ghosts, in the homes of our listeners. There's an army of them out there, groping blindly, toiling in the darkness, waiting... For what? For YOU! For your incandescent, brilliant, palpitating talent to light up their miserable, impoverished, dull, and worthless lives. (pause) Okay gang, take five, and then we'll hit it.
Pedro Carmichael, "Tune in Tomorrow"